We fell into the eyes of our mother when we were born.
A mother's eyes are a home.
From then on, it was in the mother's hands.
Mom's hand is a wall.
Surround the wind and rain and the days related to it
This is our familiar home.
Extend the road to growth
Direct reading recording
We are like leaves and flowers.
Watch this tree grow.
We love this land.
I like the morning sun and the starlight at night.
Sit in a dream and weave a song.
A rambling imagination
The eternal candle of home.
Depending on the smoke and local accent
Look back at the ring.
We can't lift it and let it go.
As heavy as a mountain full of memories
As touching as the autumn rain wet the eaves.
Homes are scattered all over the earth.
Live a deep night and wait.
That kind of warmth is tied to the road of living away from home.
A starry night sky
Lonely moonlit night, it's too cold to walk alone.
Sanjiu's air knife cut a sensitive nose.
When we believe that the door of hope has been closed
Knock 100 1 and turn around.
Looking back,
I still feel a little sad at the moment.
Mom's familiar call will ring in my ear.
Our eyes sparkle with our longing for life.
The moment when the moon fell into the clouds.
Mother lit a heart lamp for us with love.
Hold your left hand with your right hand.
Take me home.
Now my mother's waist is bent by years.
I remembered that I hadn't wiped her sweat once.
Mom's hands are full of calluses.
Once a young face, let time carve wrinkles.
Those lines are all about children.
Adapt to the mother's natural nature
Carved mother's tenacity and strength.
When the mother's sideburns have white hair.
It occurred to me that I hardly had time to spend with her.
As we go further and further,
When I suddenly turned around, I realized
Mother's eyes are dim.
I saw it at that moment.
Pass a trace of loneliness
Full again.
period
hope
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mother
You are a red candle.
I am a dark hut.
You burn silently
Release light
Illuminate me
mother
You are a clear spring.
I am a green seedling.
You walked into my heart.
Fill me with sweet spring water.
Moisten me
mother
You are the sun in the morning.
I am a newly sprouted grass.
Your soft light shines on me
Makes me full of energy.
You warmed me up.
mother
You are the blue sea.
I'm a little skeptical.
You have a broad mind and strong arms.
I nestled in your arms with peace of mind.
You take good care of me.
mother
You are my mentor and friend.
Taught me countless knowledge and the truth of being a man.
Come into my world
learn about me
I speak.
mother
How many times have you put up with me?
Encourage me
So I have
Golden house, cash cow, golden key of knowledge.
And take a step back.
mother
You are my mother after all.
You feed me.
Care about me
Take care of me
Let my little tree thrive.
The kindness you gave me
Can I repay you?
Hours later
Be in a hazy state
You are my beacon.
You'll understand when you grow up.
You still teach me patiently.
mother
I can't forget the silver thread on your temple.
Climb up along the wrinkles in the corner of your eyes.
Mom, who are you doing it for?
For all the children in the world.
All the saplings
Mom, I love you, mom.
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Praise mother.
Mom, can you use the hands of dead tree skin?
Brush off the frost that has turned gray on your temples? I know
The bow of the red ribbon bleached the black hair in my memory.
It's been a long time. Mother, as if nothing had happened.
Or wriggle a loose tooth gently?
It's neither too tight nor too slow. Laugh in tears
Sing some songs that are still fresh in my childhood.
Memory is the snake of missing. Draw a word
Winding forward, my bitter ink in this life.
Mom, are you still willing to use this cracked tongue core?
Lick my arrogant poison. I am in front of you.
Always a child who doesn't grow up.
So there is a vague topic called maternal love.
It is undoubtedly the stupidest injury to a wanderer.
Mom, you are old. You used to be as famous as chrysanthemums.
The edge of the white porcelain bottle has your residual medicine fragrance.
Plain silk was very popular in the old days. manage
Brushed the heart of love, but still
I can't hide your crazy concern.
The autumn wind has started. Even in the shadow of loneliness, mom
Don't catch cold either. No matter when and where
Sunset depends on a crutch called a child.
And you, on fertile soil.
Seeds covered with vegetation are sprouting and growing.
And I, at the moment. I just want to hear your call.
My real name. In a trance, mother
I seem to be back in the yard, next to the well where I drew water as a child.
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Praise mother.
Mother is a big ship.
Take me to the seaside.
Pursuing the mystery of life
Explore the magic of the world
Mother is a high mountain.
All inclusive
Hey, I grow up.
Strengthen my body and mind
Mother is a touching song.
Show me around.
With her beautiful tune
Singing the history of the motherland
Mother is a spring breeze person.
Blow away everything in the world
Yingying's footsteps
Brought great vitality.
Mother is a spring rain.
Moisturize everything on the earth.
Ah! mother
I love you and you will always be my favorite.
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A hymn to mother
In my heart,
One place is unfathomable,
It never asked,
You are the fire of hope,
Light up my future, give me hope,
Every dark night,
I care about you,
Every cold night,
You give me endless warmth,
It began to rain,
Every drop of rain is telling.
Your pale fingertips touch my temple.
I can't help acting like a child.
Hold on to your skirt
Ah, mom.
In order to keep your fading figure
Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke.
I still dare not open my eyes for a long time.
I still cherish that bright red scarf.
Afraid that cleaning will make it
Lose your unique warmth
Ah, mom.
Isn't the running water of the years just as ruthless?
I'm afraid the memory will fade, too.
How dare I open its screen easily?
I cried to you for a thorn.
Now I'm wearing a Jing Guan, and I dare not.
I dare not moan.
Ah, mom.
I often look up at your photos sadly.
Even if the call can penetrate the loess
How dare I disturb your sleep?
I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this.
Although I have written many songs.
For flowers, for the sea, for the dawn.
Ah, mom.
My sweet, soft and deep memory.
Not a torrent, not a waterfall.
It's a dry well, and it can't sing under the shade of flowers and trees.